Date: Sun, 7 Mar 1999 21:12:26 EST
From: Justin
Subject: Texas Tails: Raymond (Part One)
Standard disclaimer:
The following story is a graphic account of sex between young boys.
If you object to such material please do not read it. Also, if you
are under 18 years of age you should not be reading this story.
If you are over 18 years of age and enjoy such material please
read on.
The following story is part of a series of true stories about my years growing
up in Texas. The first two stories, "Midnight Fuck" and "Big Little Danny,"
have already been posted under those titles. The author retains all rights
to this story, as he does to others he has written. Positive and constructive
comments are welcome.
All names in the following story have been changed with the exception of my
own. If you are looking for hard core sex in this first one then you will be
disappointed. That follows in parts two and three. Hope you enjoy the
story.
Texas Tails: Raymond
By
Justin Davis
It was the summer that I was twelve years old that I really began to realize
that I liked guys. Prior to that summer, most of my relationships with other
guys had been of the usual variety. The boys I hung around with were normal
kids and we did the normal things that kids do. There were times, after
skinny dipping in the river or when some of us would be spending the night at
someone's house that some type of sexual experimentation would occur. Most
times the sexual activities would amount to nothing more than mutual
masturbation sessions, although there were a couple of times that some crude
attempts were made at oral sex. By far the most fun was had when Raymond
would be part of the group.
Raymond was fifteen and older than most of us by a good three years. All of
us looked up to him and he was recognized by most of us as one of the best
athletes around. Raymond was tall, even for fifteen, and his shaggy blonde
hair and green eyes were two of his best features. Raymond's most impressive
feature, however, was his dick. Raymond was hung. At fifteen, Raymond had
exactly 10 and one-eight inches. I know that, just as every boy in our group
did, because we measured it on more than one occasion. Naked, and hard, Ray
was a sight to behold, and the envy of us all. Whenever Raymond was part of
the group, and we would wind up in the usual circle-jerk routine, it was
always something to see when Ray would shoot his load.
Even though we usually had a contest to see who could cum first Raymond never
won. I know now that he always went last because he enjoyed watching us look
at him get off. When Raymond would shoot his load it was something to see.
The veins on his big dick would stand out even more as he would work his hand
up and down its length. The head massive dick of his dick, which his hand did
not completely wrap around, would ooze pre-cum in thin ribbons. Then, usually
with a low moan, he would hunch forward and thick ropes of white cum would
shoot out. It would not be unusual that someone in the group would get the
first glob all over them because of the distance he could shoot. Raymond's
first shot would be followed by three or four more until cum would slowly
dribble in a small stream from the head of his dick and he would grin and say
something like "I guess I am last again" and we would all giggle and laugh.
For me, though, seeing Raymond get off and seeing his naked body was more than
just awe. It was a total and complete turn on.
As luck would have it that summer, Raymond and I wound up working for the same
guy that summer loading and hauling hay. There were six of us and we and it
was hot and hard work loading hay bales in the fields, transporting it, and
unloading it in some guys barn or shed. I could probably still do it but it is
something I would not do today unless I was starving. We were paid by the
load and for kids our age the money wasn't bad. The bonus for me, however,
was being around Raymond. Most times we worked stripped to the waist and
seeing his body gleaming with sweat was a turn on for me.
Although big for my age, I had not begun to develop the muscle definition that
Raymond was beginning to show. Those first couple of weeks, on more than one
occasion, I would get hard looking at the bulge in his jeans, knowing what was
there, and the sweat trickling down the ripples of his stomach. As I would
glance at him and my eyes would follow the trial of hair from his navel to the
top of his jeans, my dick would throb and beg for release from the confines of
my jeans. Quickly I would head off to a nearby clump of trees to take a pee,
only to quickly jerk myself off and shoot my then pitiful load while thinking
of Raymond, and run back to the hay field and continue my work.
The first few weeks in the hay fields were torture for me in more ways than
one. Although I had helped my dad with things around the ranch I had never
been subjected to that amount of physical labor over such a long period of
time. The typical routine was working from sunup until sundown and that
meant that many days we worked more than twelve hours in the fields.
Surprisingly, after the first month, I could tell that it was beginning to
make a difference in me physically. Most of my softness was gone and my body
was now becoming harder and my stomach was beginning to become flatter. My
arms and my biceps were beginning to grow as well. Although not yet thirteen,
my body was beginning to change as a result of the hard work.
By far I was the youngest kid in the group. Most of the guys were Raymond's
age or younger. Just shy of thirteen, I was the baby among the guys and I
took much kidding from the older boys. When we would take breaks, waiting for
the hay trailer to come back from loading the truck, talk would always center
on girls, jacking off, and fucking. I got teased unmercifully by the older
guys, mainly because I would blush when they talked about fucking girls and
getting head and everything else you could think of. Everyone teased me
except Raymond, One more than one occasion Raymond took up for me. I remember
one occasion very well.
For some unknown reason, while we were sitting waiting for the tractor and
trailer to come back to the field from unloading at the truck, the talk
turned to dick size. Everyone was laughing and joking about Raymond having
the biggest dick and the rest of the guys were talking about theirs. Then
they started in on me.
"I bet Justin has to get a pair of tweezers to get it out to pee in the
morning," David said.
"Yeah, must hurt like hell having to pull it out like that," chimed Fred.
I hung my head and blushed. It was quite an insult to take. Then, Raymond
spoke up.
"Well fuckers, shows what you know."
"I been swimming with this dude and he has got all you guys beat."
I looked up at Raymond and he was looking at me and grinning.
Raymond took a lot of kidding from that remark. Things were said about how
he probably looked and all. He just sat calmly and took it. Raymond
didn't need to prove anything. He was the bigger than any of us and we all
knew he could whip anyone's ass without even trying. I just looked at him,
and into his eyes, and let my eyes and my thoughts say all that I couldn't
say, didn't dare say, right then. A friendship that would last for some
years was forged right then. How far that would go I couldn't imagine
then.
In the years before he left for college, Raymond would be my protector, my
sometimes lover, and the source of my realizing who I really am. I would
learn a lot from him, and how he knew all the things he taught me I will now
never know. I owe him more than I can ever repay.
Strange, that in a place as remote and tight assed as I grew up in someone can
find hope, understanding, and love. Raymond would be my salvation. Raymond
would help me discover my inner self.